There really was nothing he could do. If he jumped up and left, it would be obvious that he was rushing away to get away from her, but if he sat there, feeling like an idiot and---why did she have to bend that way? Bloody she-devil, that's what she was; Kalista had to know what she looked like just now, with him standing, so--fucking---close.
"Accio parchment," he muttered quickly, and the scattered notes piled together and zipped through the air to his hands. Antonin's eyes remained down as he stuck out his arm toward Kalista, muttering, "Here," as he shook them a bit to get her to take them faster.
They were broken up, she wasn't his girlfriend, she wasn't allowed to make him feel things anymore, even though he was sure that all he was feeling right now were basic animal instincts. But, still--that's why he'd broken up with her in the first place; he didn't have time for superficial things like snogging or---a relationship. But damn it all if he didn't miss it. It was as if he couldn't look at her without picturing her naked, and while Bertram Aubrey could relate, Antonin knew that it wasn't the same kind of feeling. Ugh.
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